| Song | The Master Storyteller |
| Artist | Theocracy |
| Album | As the World Bleeds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| What do you see when you look around? | |
| In the shadows where you would think no light could be found | |
| It’s there | |
| Pictures and signs in these modern times? | |
| It’s there to be seen if you read between the lines | |
| Everywhere | |
| Tell me, do you see what I see? | |
| Tools of the Creator to tell His story | |
| All that ever was and will be | |
| Is it really hard to believe? | |
| Turn the pages, all down through the ages | |
| See the Master Storyteller bring His masterpiece alive | |
| All the shadowed glimpses, scattered fingerprints align | |
| And tie the threads together to the Architect of Life | |
| Turn the page, the story is alive | |
| Everything good comes from above | |
| Every picture of grace and sacrifice and love | |
| It’s Him | |
| Music that makes your spirit fly | |
| It’s His signature painted right across the sky again | |
| I can see His hand everywhere | |
| Even in the dark it’s so obvious He’s there | |
| It’s really not a surprise | |
| If you only open your eyes |
| What do you see when you look around? | |
| In the shadows where you would think no light could be found | |
| It' s there | |
| Pictures and signs in these modern times? | |
| It' s there to be seen if you read between the lines | |
| Everywhere | |
| Tell me, do you see what I see? | |
| Tools of the Creator to tell His story | |
| All that ever was and will be | |
| Is it really hard to believe? | |
| Turn the pages, all down through the ages | |
| See the Master Storyteller bring His masterpiece alive | |
| All the shadowed glimpses, scattered fingerprints align | |
| And tie the threads together to the Architect of Life | |
| Turn the page, the story is alive | |
| Everything good comes from above | |
| Every picture of grace and sacrifice and love | |
| It' s Him | |
| Music that makes your spirit fly | |
| It' s His signature painted right across the sky again | |
| I can see His hand everywhere | |
| Even in the dark it' s so obvious He' s there | |
| It' s really not a surprise | |
| If you only open your eyes |
| What do you see when you look around? | |
| In the shadows where you would think no light could be found | |
| It' s there | |
| Pictures and signs in these modern times? | |
| It' s there to be seen if you read between the lines | |
| Everywhere | |
| Tell me, do you see what I see? | |
| Tools of the Creator to tell His story | |
| All that ever was and will be | |
| Is it really hard to believe? | |
| Turn the pages, all down through the ages | |
| See the Master Storyteller bring His masterpiece alive | |
| All the shadowed glimpses, scattered fingerprints align | |
| And tie the threads together to the Architect of Life | |
| Turn the page, the story is alive | |
| Everything good comes from above | |
| Every picture of grace and sacrifice and love | |
| It' s Him | |
| Music that makes your spirit fly | |
| It' s His signature painted right across the sky again | |
| I can see His hand everywhere | |
| Even in the dark it' s so obvious He' s there | |
| It' s really not a surprise | |
| If you only open your eyes |